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>It was only later, when Cassius happened to pass by the station's cathedral and noticed a flash of crimson fabric through the open door, that he spotted the Priestess, sitting in a shadowed pew towards the rear of the chamber, with her new servitor groveling loathsomely at her feet.
>"By the Throne, Sala, what are you doing here?"
>"Praying, of course."
>"Hoping the Emperor would forgive the murder of this poor fellow?" the Rogue Trader sneered, gesturing at the servitor.
>"Don't be so dramatic, Cassius, he's only a little bit dead," the Priestess giggled softly, "Besides, I needed help fastening my corset, and you left me all alone."
>They were interrupted by the somber rumbling of a pipe organ, as the Ministorum priest mounted his pulpit.
>"Well come on, you old heretic, the Mass is starting."
>"I'd rather stay."
>+++"IN NOMINE IMPERATOR..."+++ the voice of the priest boomed from vox-casters throughout the cathedral.
>"What ever for?" the Trader whispered in exasperation, "You never believed in this nonsense."
>"Oh, now who's the heretic?"
>Whatever Cassius may have replied was drowned out by the amplified voice of the priest. +++"...QUI REGNAT SUPER SOLIUM AURUM..."+++
>Salafié tugged at the Trader's sleeve, and he grudgingly settled in beside her on the pew. At first frustrated, the scene began to work on his senses; the thick clouds of incense, the candlelight glinting off statues of saints, the thunderous liturgy he had not heard since his youth... And seeing the Priestess watch the sermon with such rapt attention, he began to wonder if there might even be a glimmer of truth in the tale of redemption his propagandists were preparing to tell.
>It was only later, when Cassius happened to pass by the station's cathedral and noticed a flash of crimson fabric through the open door, that he spotted the Priestess, sitting in a shadowed pew towards the rear of the chamber, with her new servitor groveling loathsomely at her feet.
>"By the Throne, Sala, what are you doing here?"
>"Praying, of course."
>"Hoping the Emperor would forgive the murder of this poor fellow?" the Rogue Trader sneered, gesturing at the servitor.
>"Don't be so dramatic, Cassius, he's only a little bit dead," the Priestess giggled softly, "Besides, I needed help fastening my corset, and you left me all alone."
>They were interrupted by the somber rumbling of a pipe organ, as the Ministorum priest mounted his pulpit.
>"Well come on, you old heretic, the Mass is starting."
>"I'd rather stay."
>+++"IN NOMINE IMPERATOR..."+++ the voice of the priest boomed from vox-casters throughout the cathedral.
>"What ever for?" the Trader whispered in exasperation, "You never believed in this nonsense."
>"Oh, now who's the heretic?"
>Whatever Cassius may have replied was drowned out by the amplified voice of the priest. +++"...QUI REGNAT SUPER SOLIUM AURUM..."+++
>Salafié tugged at the Trader's sleeve, and he grudgingly settled in beside her on the pew. At first frustrated, the scene began to work on his senses; the thick clouds of incense, the candlelight glinting off statues of saints, the thunderous liturgy he had not heard since his youth... And seeing the Priestess watch the sermon with such rapt attention, he began to wonder if there might even be a glimmer of truth in the tale of redemption his propagandists were preparing to tell.
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